` — 𝕮𝑨𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝜯 𝜯𝑶 𝜠𝑳𝜠𝑽𝜠𝑵 ，𝑪𝑼𝑵𝜯.ᐣ.ᐟ

⠀ nc
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⠀⠀⠀ough i think i sneezed

i drew and took my aim 、 and in chronos' name 、 given the chance 、 i'd do it again .

i see your cosmic irony and raise that i won your game .

the asterisk upon my gravestone spells the harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells .

one must imagine sisyphus fucking pissed . sits with clenched fists 、 slits cuts betwixt his wrists 、 renounces his persistence and thinks 、 '' man 、 what the fuck is this ？！ ''

⠀ nc
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⠀⠀⠀ohhhh there's two of them
now duuuuudeee how did
thaat happennnn

what the hell damned lesson did they learn ？ that the gods deal in folly ？ that to yearn is unholy ？ and that hope's condemned ？

rend my tomb ； i can't do what you ask .

rokket

This is exactly how I bother Salem btw

we're all addicts at heart . some have wine 、 some have sex 、 some have art 、 but you won't find Endurance within my confessions .

⠀ nc
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⠀⠀⠀whaaat i don't
i don't

oooooppssss

rokket

good afternoon atlar

⠀ nc
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⠀⠀⠀whaaat are youuu
talking abouuuuuttt

we're all addicts at heart . some have wine 、 some have sex 、 some have art 、 but you won't find Endurance within my confessions .

⠀ nc
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⠀⠀⠀oooo what does
this button do

CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN.
I ROAM THE CITY IN A SHOPPING CART
A PACK OF CAMELS AND A SMOKE ALARM.

THE DAZE OF BLOOD STAINS 、 CRUEL AND GORY — VISIONS OF VIOLENCE ARE OVERPOWERING . PUKING MY GUTS OUT ALMOST HOURLY . SHAVING OFF THE NUMBERS OF THIS GOD DAMN BODY .

one must imagine sisyphus fucking pissed . sits with clenched fists 、 slits cuts betwixt his wrists 、 renounces his persistence and thinks 、 '' man 、 what the fuck is this ？！ ''

nat

what is mystreet about

i don't need drums to keep time . if rhyme's a weapon 、 i'm betting yours ain't half as sharp as mine .

there's nothing changed — doesn't matter if i'm here . this time i might just disappear .

something's got me doubting 、 it seems . am i anything ？ am i even a person beneath ？

get up . afternoon is nauseous again . GET FUCKED ！ god 、 i'm so pathetic ！

stones thrown from houses of glass will always kill two birds .

LET'S GET BUSY . GRAB THEM BY THE PLUMS . TWIST AND BREAK THEM — 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 AND TELL THEM THEIR RULES ARE MADE IN 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 、 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 AND 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

well 、the four-on-the-floor groove is no longer the standard ； the beat's gone independent ；Sovereign Nation of Fun ；The State of The Passionate Hum

given enough eternity our backs will break under our mistakes .

LET'S GET BUSY . GRAB THEM BY THE PLUMS . TWIST AND BREAK THEM — 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 AND TELL THEM THEIR RULES ARE MADE IN 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 、 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 AND 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

because you're a coward who can't face his feelings ？ — look I DON'T KNOW ！！

and i breathe . nothing but a shadow 、 it seems . caught up in routine . . . can they see the person beneath ？